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Honestly, I feel no more ambition or drive to complete my game. And because my computer is running very slowly and it lags out every time I try to load the creator, it has taken me literally all of June to finish Level 1 and get halfway to Level 2. I would use my mom's laptop, but my sister screwed it up, so Mom put a password on it and won't tell anyone what it is.

He'll be prancing around like the dumb mutt he is with some object in his mouth, acting all silly and happy, and then I grab it, and he stops, tenses, and gives me a look that says:"splode, no you didn't."Then he starts pulling with all his might and growling like a mad panther at me. I'm a strong guy in general, but this dog can pull me across the floor, bristling and snarling like some sick rabid ethereal demon.

J.K Rowling claims that the snake that Harry released from the London Zoo in Book 1 turns out to be Nagini, Voldemort's snake.

However, there are several factors that disprove this:

- The boa constrictor is described as being long enough to "wrap itself twice around Uncle Vernon's car and crush it into a trash can." However, Nagini the snake is described as 12 feet long. A standard small car is about 5 feet tall and 6 feet wide. To wrap itself twice around even a small car like that, the snake would have to be at least 50 feet long. And that's just a small car. There's a huge difference between 50 and 12, if you ask me.- Nagini is described as having diamond-patterned skin. However, a boa constrictor's skin looks like this:

Does that look like a diamond?

- Boa constrictors are not venomous. Nagini is described as having a venom with an anti-coagulant. - The book says that the boa constrictor has a "low, deep voice" and is male, although Nagini is obviously female. - The snake escapes from the Reptile House in London and then...what? How did it randomly pop up in Albania, where Voldemort was rumored to be hiding? It's over 1700 miles from the UK to Albania, not to mention that it has to cross the English Channel first...surely a 50 foot snake would have been sighted traversing across the British countryside, or the cold would have killed the ectothermic predator. However, this could be explained by animal smuggling.

And before you say "Magic," hear this: Voldemort is less than a ghost: some weakened wraith that is barely clinging to life. How could Voldemort have worked up the strength and magic to change the snake's gender, shrink it to 12 feet, give it venom glands, and change its color/pattern?

Please? Honestly, you saw that thread. He's a hypocritical lifeless charlatan. And the "he's new and young" excuse won't work now, he's been on the forums longer than me and he's done this many times before.

As some of you may know, I live with three older sisters (well, two of them are in college now). I am a head taller than all three of them, but when I was small, oh God, that was the worst time of my life.

Without further ado, I present to you horror stories from the grave and beyond.

Story 1: When I was 5, I was sitting in the kitchen, minding my own business, when all of a sudden all three of them rushed into the room and jumped me. One sister grabbed my arms and pinned me to the floor, another sat on me and poured salt on my face, and the other took these two big butcher's knives and started sharpening them, and then she advanced towards me. I managed to escape with my life.

Story 2: I detested carbonated drinks back then (I still do), so more than once they would, again, pin me to the floor and force-feed me Coca-Cola or root beer or something like that. And then they'd yell at me to clean it up when I made a mess (I was about 6).

Story 3: Probably the cruelest thing they've done. Thanksgiving Day; I was 6. Dinner had just ended, and we kids loved to play the "wishbone game." The sisters and I gathered into the kitchen, waiting, until this happened.

SISTERS: Do you know how to play the wishbone game?ME: Of course.SISTERS: Well, our family plays it a different way. Do you know how we play it?ME: No, I don't.SISTERS: Well, you stand up against a wall, and we nail the wishbone around your throat, and you have to escape without cutting your throat or removing the wishbone.ME: ... SISTERS: Did you know you had a brother named Joe? He was the best brother ever, better than you. Well, last year he died playing the wishbone game. He cut his head off.ME: Oh, no! (I was very gullible back then) How come Mom and Dad have never told me?SISTERS: It causes them too much pain to think about it. Now, are you ready to play?

And at that moment, my mom, not hearing what the sisters were saying, walked in and said:"Who wants to play the wishbone game?"

Terrified, I screamed and ran out of the kitchen and up to my bedroom.

STORY 4: This one time we were on vacation (again, I was 5), and we were in a cabin by a lake. The family (me included) was taking a walk down by the lakeside. One of my sisters suddenly turned towards me and said:"Hey, Nick, did you know the catfish in this lake grow up to 40 pounds?""Really?""Would you like to find out?"She then grabbed me and started to carry me towards the lake, me kicking and screaming.Fortunately my mom saved me just in time.

STORY 5: The Field Museum in Chicago. I was 4. There is an exhibit there featuring huge robotic insects and arachnids and whatnot. One pit had a very large robot earwig that was "guarding its eggs," and the thing was programmed to advance forward and swipe its tail. WELL, we went there, and my parents went ahead. So my sisters grabbed me and lifted me down into the pit, right next to this giant earwig that was advancing towards me and swinging its tail and hissing.That scarred me. Naturally I caused a big ruckus, and my parents, once again, saved me.

I was supposed to go on two big fishing trips this weekend. I was looking forward to this for two weeks.

BUT...

Yesterday, a friend and I had planned to go to a big creek in the back of our neighborhood. I would have gone by myself, but he knows the area like the back of his hand, and I didn't want to get lost in a jungle of brambles.We planned for him to meet me at my house at 5, but he arrived at 7. It was going to get dark in an hour, so I wanted to be real quick. Instead of heading straight for the creek, though, he went to go get his friend, which I passively accepted. HOWEVER, instead of going to the creek, he led me to this pond that had absolutely nothing in it. We fished for a half-hour with nothing, and by the time we got back to the neighborhood, it was starting to get dark. I asked him if he would take me to this bridge with a deep pool by it, and he said:"Let's play a round of four-square first."We play four-square, because I really want to get out there. Then, after ten minutes:"Eh...I don't want to go back there."And by that time it was dark out, so I couldn't go -_-

We were supposed to go today to do some striped bass fishing, but a splodeing thunderstorm emerged, and the lake we were planning to go to is getting water let out, so the water will be very dirty and inhospitable for fish.

What possibilities lie within those tightly woven fibers? Could it contain an ecosystem? A portal between time and space?

Well, let's take a look at the actual string itself. Notice its cylindrical form, implying the presence of the 2nd dimension. However, the string is clipped at both ends, proving that the 2nd Dimension is a compacted, palpable place of existence, but that raises many more questions: what if the string is simply a fragment from an infinite paradox of dimensions? And by doing so, we have created three two-dimensional universes, and they could be parallel. We could chop the string into millions of pieces, and we could make millions of universes.

And let's take a look at the sinews holding the actual string together. The woven sinews together prove to be a very formidable force; only a very strong amount of pulling or hacking could sever them. However, taking one individual fiber and slowly "zipping" it off the string changes that string completely, making it totally different from the other strings. And for all we know, the gentle tug of a single thread could cause the entire string to warp.